Scents And Remembrance Poem by John Tansey
Scents And Remembrance
Remembering birthdays at the beach:
wormholes
drawing you backward
with the undertow,
your feet still in the surf,
the sand rushing between your toes
As you look up to watch
the ever-widening expanse of the past,
moving fast before you,
and you grow smaller, a boy
snorting the olfactory senses of childhood
when you still believed...
Hearing, once again, your mother call to you
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8/29/2026 4:07:09 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
About the power of scent to draw you back... I remember being 10 and at the beach with my family, too.